Abyss

Candlelit vigil on the shores of the sea.

Submerged in the depths of the blue, endlessly

Awaiting a moment when the sorrow subsides,

And washes ashore with the turning of tides.

My clothes sodden through and an anchor to bear,

Threaten to drag me down from the air,

And into the deep where no-one will find me,

Wrap up my arms and ask them to bind me.

For I will not struggle nor cry out in fear,

There are none that will miss me when I am not here.

So let me slip gently under the waves,

And join countless others in watery graves.

Copyright © 2011 by Simon Austin